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“That pleases me. It was uncomfortable, no doubt? Guessing from how red you are.”

“Very much, Sir.”

“Good.” He slid a finger between the folds of her pussy, making her clit throb.

“That color looks good on you,” he murmured. “I’ll make sure you wear it more often.”

He stroked faster and faster, and she moved her hips, seeking more.

This afternoon, he’d allowed her to hump his leg, and she was all but doing the same thing to his hand now.

“I should take a picture of your pretty little pussy.”

“Anything you say, Sir.” As long as he let her get off.

“You’re getting wetter.”

“I am…”

He increased the speed of his teasing.

“Oh, Master Niles!”

“That’s it, beautiful Brandy. You can come now, or you can wait. Your choice.”

“I’m not certain I understand, Sir.” She was delirious, lost. Her hair spilled everywhere, and she closed her eyes as the first tendrils of a climax ribboned through her.

She was on the verge of satisfaction or painful denial.

“If you come now, I’ll punish you for it, and it will be the only one you get. If you wait, you’ll have as many orgasms as you want later.”

Clenching, she went still.

What kind of choice is that?

Chapter Eight

Brandy’s body trembled from need.

He didn’t ask again. Instead he continued, using the same madness-inducing rhythm and pressure.

The more he touched her, the closer she came to unraveling.

She swam through the haze of sensation.

Delay her gratification?

Or grab the release that was right there, even if it meant dealing with more of this terrible tension later? “Whatever you prefer, Sir.” She curled her toes under, desperately seeking to hold on.

He didn’t respond.

“Sir, Sir, Sir!” She gulped in gasps of air.

“You want to know what pleases me? Then wait. I want you to fight off your responses and need.”

She exhaled a shaky gasp, hanging onto his words, grateful he’d told her that.

But instead of removing his hand, the heartless Dominant kept up his ministrations.

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